Our Little Tot's Own Book / of Pretty Pictures, Charming Stories, and Pleasing Rhymes and Jingles

Transcriber’s Note:
The cover image was created by the transcriber and is placed in the public domain.
NEW YORK:
HURST & COMPANY,
PUBLISHERS.
Copyright, 1912
—BY—
HURST & COMPANY
There was once a very happy little girl who spent her childhood on an old green farm. She had a little sister, and these two children never knew what it was to possess toys from the stores, but played, played, played from dawn till dark, just in the play-places they found on that green farmstead. I so often have to tell my children “how mama used to play”—for I was that very happy little girl—that I think other “little women” of these days will enjoy knowing about those dear old simple play-times.
One of my pet playhouses was an old stump, out in the pasture. Such a dear, old stump as it was, and so large I could not put my arms more than half way round it!
Some of its roots were partly bare of earth for quite a little distance from the stump, and between these roots were great green velvety moss cushions.
On the side, above the largest moss cushion, was a little shelf where a bit of the stump had fallen away. On this little shelf I used to place a little old brass candlestick. I used to play that that part of the stump was my parlor.